Sonnet Lxvii. Waterloo.
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Henry Alford
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They stood upon these plains, and side by side
Did battle for the world, too long enthralled
To the universal tyrant; one was called,
And one was left to cross the homeward tide;
Both in their glory, as in arms, allied:
But the loud voice of fame is hushed asleep,
Their sires are gone, no more their widows weep,
Their orphan sons forget them in their pride.
Yet deem not that they sold their lives for nought:
Who, that hath springing in his breast the fount
Of self--devoting love, the cost would count,
So might he in those favoured ranks have fought,
Increasing by his single strength's amount
That blessed victory for freedom wrought?
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